“But, Justin, that is impossible,” Isabel expostulated.
Lord Vulcan smiled at her.
“Nothing is impossible, not where I am concerned at any rate. Gilly, Peter and I will go and see for ourselves the wonders of Staverley Court and the charms of my squinting pockmarked bride. I believe that the place is not more than twelve miles out of town. We can go there and be back before midnight.”
“Gad, but I would not miss it for a fortune,” Sir Peter exclaimed.
“I am coming with you,” Isabel asserted firmly.
“Now, Isabel, don’t be so ridiculous,” her brother expostulated.
“I am not going to miss the excitement. You will take me, won’t you, Justin? And a fig for Gilly’s endless sermonising. He is constituting himself my duenna and I swear that I cannot even breathe without his croaking about the
